Addiction

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

His day seemed to last forever and when he finally got home, all he wanted to do was flop into bed and sleep. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, partly due to the restless sleeper he’d shared a bed with, and partly due to his own twisted thoughts. Waking up with a raging hard-on and a dream of her soft womanly flesh under his fingertips was not the best way to start the day. He’d gotten out of that bed like it was on fire, thanking his lucky stars that she’d been in the shower instead of in the bed with him and his arousal. He felt like he was the worst sort of pervert.

All day, his mind kept returning to the glimpses of skin he’d seen, the soft sighs he’d heard in her sleep, the way she’d fit perfectly against him. He was driving himself insane with thoughts of her. No mention of the word sister would calm the burning desire in him, because the word step kept infiltrating his reasoning.

It didn’t matter that they weren’t blood related. Family was more than blood, or so his father had drummed into him when he'd first cottoned on to his son's desire for his new sister. If their parents were still alive she wouldn’t even be here to torment him. But the fact was, both of them had died in the crash seven years ago.

Logan would never forget the way the blood had drained from Sophie’s face as she’d crumpled to the floor of the critical care unit, two hours later. He’d lost his father too, but Sophie had needed him, so he’d sucked it up and made her his priority. “Hey, why such a serious face?”

He looked up from his perch on the couch and his breath caught in his throat as she sauntered in wearing a tight top and yoga bottoms. Almost every curve she had was on show, and right now, it felt like a private show. He cleared his throat, afraid his reply would just be a string of needy sounds. “Just had a hard day.”

“Tell me,” she said, sinking down on the couch beside him, curling her legs under her butt.

Trying his damnedest to keep his eyes front and center, he shifted an inch away. She frowned, obviously wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Why couldn’t he keep his s**t together? “Problems with Zoning. Problems with contractors.” Problems with my libido. “You name it.”

“Oh poor you.” She closed the distance between them, laying her head on his shoulder. A lock of blond hair fell onto his chest and he curled it around his finger idly. “You want to give tonight a miss?”

“Hell no.” He needed a drink after the day he’d had. “Give me an hour to go over the plans I brought home, and then I’ll shower and change. Deal?”

“Deal!” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, her glossed lips clinging to his skin for a fraction. His heart thudded and his c**k jumped, forcing him to sit forward and hide his response. “I need a shower anyway. I’m all icky from the beach.”

Icky is not how he would describe her. At all. In fact, the way she sashayed toward the hallway was damn near feline. He sucked in a breath as she turned her head a fraction, catching him staring, no doubt. A perplexed little smile curled her lips and she paused. “Dressy, or casual?”

“Casual.” Definitely casual – he didn’t think he could handle seeing her in another short skirt just yet.

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